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Nico's PovA year.I know it's been a year because Lucy calls every anniversary of everything, and she calls this morning to say happy anniversary and I answer from bed and Sasha, who is already up because he is always already up, hears me talking and brings coffee without being asked, which he has done every morning for three hundred and sixty-five mornings and which I have not yet stopped noticing."Tell her the coffee is good," he says."He says the coffee is good," I tell Lucy."That's the most romantic thing he's ever said," she says."I'll tell him.""Don't, he'll stop doing it." She pauses. "How is it. Really."I look at him reading at the other end of the kitchen table. The pen behind his ear. The briefing he's annotating. The untouched cup, second one, always the second one he forgets about."Good," I say. "Really good.""Good," she says, and I can hear that she means it.We walk in the afternoon.That's the thing we do now, when the work allows and the day is mild enough, we

Sasha's Pov The man's name is Renato Amari.He's fifty-one years old, a former parishioner from the priest's original parish in Salerno, and the letter writer, which confirms the name Nico gave me. He isn't a ghost. He's a man with a grievance and a calculated plan and the very specific confidence of someone who believes that proximity to a secret gives him power over the people in it.I find this out in a room off the main corridor, away from the music and the candlelight, with Dima and one of his men present and Renato in a chair that he chose to sit in himself, which tells me he's been planning this moment.He expected Nico.He got me.That seems to recalibrate him slightly."You're the Russian," he says."I am," I say."Where is he.""With people who care about him." I sit across from him. "Which is not a description that currently applies to you, so."He looks at me. He's not frightened yet, which means he still thinks the letter is leverage."The information I have—" he starts.

Nico's Pov I don't tell him everything that night.Not because I'm hiding it. Because I need to carry it alone for a few hours first, to see what it weighs, to understand what it asks of me before I bring it to him. That's what she's been helping me learn the difference between isolation and processing. I'm not shutting him out. I'm just sitting with my own fear first so it doesn't come out sideways.The letter burns in my pocket like fire, but I push it down. Tonight I need Sasha more than I need air. We are in our bed the night before the pre-wedding event. The lights are low. Sasha lies on his back, watching me with dark, patient eyes.I climb on top of him slowly. “Tonight I want to take care of you,” I whisper. “Let me.”He nods once. For the first time in our healing, he lets me lead.I kiss him deep and slow, tongues sliding together while my hands roam over his chest. I feel his heart beating fast under my palm. I reach down and stroke his cock until it is hard and leaking. S

Sasha's PovFederico Vescari is twenty-six years old and has been running a quiet parallel operation inside his own family for fourteen months. That's what the full picture looks like when Dima lays it out on the table Thursday morning. Someone taught him how to build it, which means Federico is not the origin, he's a channel.We already know the origin.Papadis."He's been feeding route intelligence to the Greek faction since before the Karalis proposal," Dima says. "The proposal was partly built on what Federico gave them. They knew the Vescari logistics well enough to design terms your side couldn't absorb without destabilising the Bratva northern agreements."Nico is sitting across the table from me. He's been still since Dima started talking, the particular stillness that isn't calm, that's something held in place."He was at the engagement announcement dinner," Nico says."Yes," Dima says."He toasted us." His voice is completely flat. "He stood up and toasted us."Nobody says

Nico's Pov We find him in two days.A safehouse in the Belyayevo district, registered to a shell company that took Dima's analyst twelve hours to trace. Ground floor, back exit onto a service lane, two men outside who are not particularly good at looking like they're not outside a safehouse.Sasha pulls the car to a stop half a block down."East entrance," he says. "You take it. I'll go through the front when you're in position.""How long.""Three minutes."I check the time. "Three minutes," I say.I get out.The service lane is dark and narrow and smells like wet concrete and somewhere behind me a cat does something in a bin. I move along the wall to the back door and I wait. The two minutes feel longer than two minutes, which they always do when you're standing in a lane by yourself about to go through a door.My phone vibrates once. Sasha's signal.I go through the door.The man is at a table in the main room. Mikhail Petrov, twenty-nine, Bratva auxiliary intelligence, recruited

Sasha's Pov My therapist sends a follow-up note, which she doesn't usually do. Three lines, the gist of it is that what Nico said in the room was the right thing at the right time and that I should let it land rather than filing it and moving past it, which is what I would normally do, which she apparently knows, which means she's been paying attention.I read it standing at the kitchen counter. I put the phone down. I stand there for a moment.Then I let it land.It takes about thirty seconds. It feels like something settling in the foundation. Nothing dramatic. Just a weight redistributing itself into a position it was always supposed to occupy and didn't.Nico comes in, sees my face, says nothing, pours his coffee, and sits down.That's it. That's all.I sit too."Wednesday session or Thursday," he says, meaning which day to book the next one."Thursday," I say. "I have the port authority follow-up Wednesday morning.""Thursday then." He opens his laptop. "Lucy sent forty-seven p

Dalia's brain was still trying to wrap around what was going on when the shirtless demi god in front of her tilted his head slightly, that lazy smile never leaving his face."Levi," he said, extending a large, calloused hand toward her. "And before you try to pretend you were not staring, let me just say any guy stupid enough to cheat on a woman who looks like you deserves to have his dick chopped off."Dalia blinked as her hand automatically slipped into his. His grip was warm and firm, sending a stupid little spark straight up her arm. "Dalia," she managed to reply, her voice sounding smaller than she wanted. "And thanks? I think?"Lucy, still walking on her treadmill like this was the best entertainment she had gotten in months, let out a loud cackle. "See? Even perfect strangers can tell that Jake was a walking red flag with a tiny dick. Hi, I am Lucy, the best friend who dragged her sorry ass here."Levi chuckled as he released Dalia's hand, but he did not step back. "Nice to mee

Chapter 1The first thing Dalia took in as she stepped inside the gym behind Lucy was the smell of sweat, rubber, and cheap air freshener hitting her like a slap. She tugged anxiously at the hem of her oversized hoodie, already regretting every life choice that had led her here."I still cannot believe you dragged me to a gym at 5 p.m. on a Tuesday," Dalia grumbled as she fumbled with the strap of her gym bag next. "I was perfectly fine rotting on my couch with ice cream and terrible Tik Tok reels."Lucy turned to face her, ponytail whipping like a weapon, and eyes sparkling with that dangerous combination of pity and determination. "Exactly, Dalia. You have been rotting for three weeks straight since that asshole cheated on you with his work colleague. It is time to get your fine ass moving and remind the universe that you are still hot, single, and not completely dead inside.""But I am dead inside," Dalia muttered. "And I have sworn off men forever. Dick is canceled for me for life

Elena woke up to the gentle rocking of the Velvet Eclipse and the heavy warmth of Viktor’s arm wrapped possessively across her waist in the brilliant sunlight coming through the cabin window. Her body ached beautifully in all the right and wrong places... delicious reminders of the railing under the stars, the desk, and the final bout in the steamy shower where she had moaned “Sir” while he filled her again and again.She turned in his arms to meet those storm-dark eyes, and a part of her wanted to demand that he take her back to shore immediately. Another part however... the part that had pushed back so lustfully against his thrusts and begged for more... wanted this dangerous fantasy to last just a little while longer.Viktor stirred, grazing her shoulder with his stubble as he pressed a slow kiss to her neck. “Morning, little analyst,” he murmured in a voice that was rough with sleep and satisfaction. “You took everything I gave you so well last night. Maybe I’ll let you go home aft

He kissed her like he owned the air in her lungs... deep, demanding, stroking his tongue against hers with filthy intentions. Elena whimpered into the kiss, her hands already grabbing his shirt even as a little voice in her head warned her to push him away. His hands roamed possessively... one sliding up her skirt to grip her ass, the other wrapping lightly around her throat in his usual dominant manner.“First lesson,” he murmured against her lips. “When I summon you, you come wet and ready.”He walked her backward until her lower back hit the railing overlooking the dark sea. Stars glittered above them, the water black and endless beneath them. Viktor flipped her around easily, bending her forward so that her hands gripped the cool metal rail. He pulled her skirt up roughly, tearing her panties down her legs and stuffing them into his pocket like a silk trophy.“Spread your legs,” he ordered in that voice she found impossible to resist.Elena obeyed. The night air kissed her exposed

Elena spent the next three days trying to bury the memory of Viktor under layers of spreadsheets, black coffee, and sheer denial.She arrived at the office before dawn each morning with her ponytail pulled tighter than usual, and her blouse buttoned one notch higher. She threw herself into her piles of workload with ferocious focus, tracing illicit funds through shell companies, cross-referencing transaction logs, and building an airtight case for her corporate clients. During lunch she ate at her desk with her earbuds in, and music turned up loud enough to drown out the low husky voice that kept echoing in her head... “Such a good little analyst. Taking my cock so deep.”At night she stayed up in her bed, staring at the ceiling with her thighs pressed together against the phantom ache between them. She could still feel the thick stretch of his cock, the heat of his cum flooding her, and the way his strong hand had wrapped around her throat with perfect, terrifying control. Every time

Chapter 2: Fucked by the Boss.Elena’s back pressed against the wall, her pulse hammering so loudly that she was sure he could hear it. “I... I should leave.”“Should,” Viktor replied with that devilish grin still on his face. He tilted his head a little, studying her with the same interest she used in studying complex financial trails. “That’s what the good girl in you is telling you, right? But what about the other part... the one that kept you walking down this hallway instead of calling security? Isn’t that part curious?”His eyes dropped deliberately to her mouth, then lower, tracing the line of her neck, the modest swell of her breasts inside her blouse, and the way her pencil skirt hugged her hips. His gaze didn’t look perverted in any way. Instead, all Elena saw was a man appreciating a work of art.“I can tell you’re brilliant with numbers,” he continued. “Probably buried in spreadsheets and offshore accounts all day. I bet your nights are just as orderly... A glass of wine,